114.

Q & A

remember, love, when I asked about the waves?

it was late and you were driving

because I never learned how to

shift gears.

***

if a lake

makes waves just like the sea

then my world has changed.

because

if we, or they

discover all the answers

then what of the mystery

that we, and maybe they,

have come to rely on

in this age

of maybes?

maybe it’s my fault.

maybe like he says I should truly

love the questions themselves

like secret rooms with

locked doors.

but maybe we are wrong for so many reasons.

maybe that expansiveness we spoke of

night driving down thirty-five

doesn’t come from the questions

or the waves.

maybe it dwells

within answers or

emerges unexpectedly in a

frisbee taking flight

between two

lovers hands.